Page 7 of Justice

Moving to one of the leather sofas in the room, he sits his tall frame fluidly into the buttery fabric, releasing the buttons on his jacket. “I also know your concern for Ms. Hart has nothing to do with her safety and everything to do with me.” Drifting his eyes to Justice, there’s a sudden chill in the air at the use of her surname. The formality and implied respect of it makes her uncomfortable, as while he is one of the better men here, he has never acted in the manner he is now.

“You see, Ms. Hart, Glynn isn’t here to uphold any rules, or make certain Veronica’s property isn’t damaged without compensation. He is here in the hopes of seeing, and perhaps getting a little taste of, my cock.” Shifting his attention back to Stone, “Isn’t that right, Glynn?”

His brows raise in challenge, arms resting along the back of the sofa. “Now, get the fuck out of here and send in Sanchez. At least when he jacks off it will be due to Ms. Hart’s luscious skin and not my dick.”

Officer Stone scrambles for the door, needing three attempts to get the latch open before retreating from the room. Justice allowed the giggle to leave her chest this time, taking great pleasure in Stone’s embarrassment.

“You may begin, Justice.” Senator Graham points the remote at the ceiling, causing music to pour from the speakers around the room. He watched her with lidded eyes as she moved her hips to the music. Over the course of the next three songs, she removes her clothing, dropping the scraps of satin and lace around the room as she moves to the music. Sanchez came in shortly after the second song began, taking a seat at the end of the bar and pulling out his phone, becoming engrossed in the screen.

For over an hour, she danced as Graham sat in the same position, his eyes following her around the room as she swayed and bounced, breaking only to grab his snifter of cognac from the glass table.

Having his fill, he motions for her to sit on the table between his knees, while silencing the music with a press of the remote.

“Hey, handsome,” Justice coos, lifting her arms and spiking the sides of her hair with her fingers, combing the long strands up and out, allowing the tendrils to fall like a fan on either side of her head. With a sway of her hips, she approaches the table, her naked pussy at eye level with him as she awaits his instructions.

“Lay back, Justice.”

The glass felt like a sheet of ice on her bare ass, but she ignores the discomfort as she spreads her legs wide and lay on her back, her feet resting on the edge of the table.

She watches as his eyes appreciated her, licking his lips as he consumes her with his blue orbs. He reaches out and she feels his warm fingertips brush the tip of her clit, circling the flesh with the lightest of touch.

“Now you,” he commands, his voice hoarse and breathy, the smell of sex permeating the surrounding air. She reaches down, covering his finger with hers, taking control of his movements, and pressing harder into her tender flesh. She speeds up their movements as a moan leaves her chest. His eyes flash from his fingers to the swells of her breasts.

Pulling his finger away, he stands and crosses the room, filling a glass with ice from the bar as she continues to dip her fingers inside her opening, moistening her fingertips and circling her clit.

When he returns, he has shed his jacket and belt, setting the glass of ice on the table with a clank. Reaching into the glass, he fishes out one of the cubes, taking it between his fingers, his blue eyes locking with hers.

“Stop,” he demands, moving his hand with the ice cube over her chest, the drops of cold water causing her to arch her back off the table. Removing her fingers from her folds, she places them flat on the table as he plants the ice cube on her right nipple. Just as he circled her clit, he mimics the action to her now erect nipple. The melting water flows down into the valley between her tits, creating a stream that dips into her belly button.

Shifting the ice cube to her left nipple, he covers the right with his mouth and sucks gently as he moans, flicking his tongue across the hard bud before releasing it. Alternating between the two, the cold of the ice brings on a strange, but pleasurable sensation, only to be countered and increased by the warmth of his mouth. Her moans come of their own volition, not rehearsed or fake as is the norm for her.

When the glass is empty, and the last ice cube has melted against her flesh, Graham moves back to his seat between her thighs, this time dropping to the floor instead of the couch. Leaning forward, he licks from her back entrance to the tip of her clit.

“I want to get drunk between your thighs, Justice,” he mumbles, before latching onto her clit and sucking with earnest. Sliding two fingers into her slick opening, he gently massages the area under the pads of his fingers. She allows him to get his fill, lapping at the lips of her pussy as she chants his name. As he withdraws his fingers, he gives her clit one more lick with his flattened tongue, and stands from his knees, the large bulge in his pants revealing his excitement.

“C’mere,” he calls through his labored breathing, wiping his chin with the sleeves of his pressed shirt. Extending out a hand, he helps her from the table and onto her feet. She looks into his eyes as she unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, as he takes a seat on the couch.

She reaches for the band of his boxer-briefs, her tits bouncing in the space between them.

“No,” he stops her, instead reaching inside the small opening and pulling out his massive cock. She understands his need for the barrier, considering the caliber of men who use this couch and the fetishes they have.

Nodding her head, and biting her bottom lip, she lines up the head of his cock with her entrance, slowly taking his ample girth inside of her. Graham watches, his mouth gaped open, and a troubled look on his face, as his cock disappears inside her. Before she can raise up, he grips her hips hard enough to hurt, shooting a look over her shoulder at Sanchez.

“Justice, you're a good girl, and I’ve seen your file.” Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, as if choosing his words carefully. “You got a shitty decision and maybe soon, all that will change.”

In a move so fast she didn’t have time to react, he lifts her off his cock and shoves something deep inside her. “Shh, it’s okay. It won’t hurt you, but don’t touch it until you’re under the covers in your bunk.”

She nods her head, confused as to what just happened. Graham gently slides her to the seat beside him. Reaching down, he tucks his still hard dick inside his underwear, and then retrieves his pants.

“No searches tonight, Sanchez.” He orders as he slips his jacket over his shoulders.

“Yes…” Sanchez starts as the music on the main floor abruptly ends and several terror-filled screams pierce the remaining silence. Both men head for the door, as Justice grabs her clothes and shoes from the floor.

“Justice, wait here,” Sanchez commands as he runs from the room, taking a left down the hall to the main floor.

Graham looks down the hall in the direction Sanchez went, and then back over his shoulder at her. “Goodbye, Ms. Hart, don’t forget what I said.” Looking to the left again, he crosses the hall and out the side exit.

Justice races to the window, pushing back the curtain, she sees a crowd gathered around Senator Jones’s table. Stone has one hand hooked on his hip, while the other holds a cellphone to his ear. His eyes are locked on the Senator, whose security has surrounded him.

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